Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
X-102,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.